Lyrics:
Our love is as timeless as that
Old coke sign
This feeling is stronger than
Bootleg moonshine
As we drive through those
Fields of green
Sweet
Please believe that, some how, some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some how, some way
We gotta make it up out this life, c'mon
pen to paper
Take that hoe and I'll know you'll save her Jay
Go save the day
He off the meds and I'm on the coke
I've been sniffing up he done paid for
Crack backs heavy on the cash all night
At the drug site we hung tight
Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
Money gets low in
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
a 64
Tall clips chrome lips see the big gold
I'm a duffle bag boy like I move coke big crack threw the music so the flow dope
I keep my money ova
isn't christened in
By lights on a truck
It's a time of year to hold
Near the ones that you love
So I hope it's more than coke
You're gonna toast with
jumping around
I grow my own, and I smoke it by the pound
Brian told me that it got his head straight
So we pass around a bong in the class all day
Under
mean
Their fingers and lips are
Just stinking of green always lean
Now they wanna hate on showerman
Rudeboy, you see the hype on
These MCs are getting
brought to you
By Xerox in four parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading
brought to you
By Xerox in four parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading
Benz, Lamborghini, Rover fouls
Red, blue, green like the average frog
Don't be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalog
Bracelet switched to Bangles,
winter, it's a cold world
Old girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away
Isis, life just, ended on that rainy day
When she got the news her boy
-- all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Niggaz in my faction don't like askin questions
prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies
You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows
Surely goodness and love will follow me, all the days
Fuck wrong with these ho niggas?
Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas
And it's never less than like four niggas
Four
Can’t you tell that i came
From the dope game?
My father was heavy in the dope game
I'm talking early 80s
You know them coke days
At a tender age I
heavy bags
'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags
My throwback game is wi-wicked
Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number twenty
Hotspot
Any day now, dear IRS
I know, take your time
One week ago I created a new DeviantArt account as the Prophet Obblonge, and by the end of today
Will
Can't do no sleepin I be on the road gettin to the green
And when u creepin better up ur pole just don't tell a thing
Loud shots when I slide by I'm
mine from putting cooked coke on the beat
Niggas know I don't show gratitude
Look at this rapper shoes, you can tell
Street prophecies told by
And the turntables turn and that Al Greens plays
I see my mother's afro, as mama taps her toes as she rolls her J's
And my papa just left the house, in search
Myself, I run that bitch, yeah
By myself I get that money, by myself yeah
I don't need ya this a Maybach, not a KIA
Yeah, that's my swag
Every day I go
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